Let this
poet cry herself
to sleep 'cause this
wounded heart is breaking me
The death-bird is spread across my back
wet eyes, voice cracks, choked cries
Why do I try to make this fit?
Can't put the pieces
back together
again
©ShawnaRenea
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
Let this
poet cry herself
to sleep 'cause this
wounded heart is breaking me
The death-bird is spread across my back
wet eyes, voice cracks, choked cries
Why do I try to make this fit?
Can't put the pieces
back together
again
©ShawnaRenea
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